22 comments/ 386238 views/ 33 favorites Just One Kiss By: onlyinadream The two girls sat on the edge of a bed. The bed sat in a disorganized room, clothes strewn about haphazardly and school supplies resolutely ignored in neat piles. They sat at the foot of the nice bed, on top of a thick comforter with pink laced pillows. Stuffed animals rested at the head of the bed, remnants of childhood obsession. The older girl, now woman, was tall and confident. Short brown hair trimmed for efficiency and style, it suited her well. She wore plain clothes, regular jeans and a close fitting t-shirt emphasizing her athletic build. The second girl, more so girl than woman, despite being eighteen years old, was in plain clothes as well. Long brown hair cascaded down her shoulders, and across her heaving chest. The younger girl was not as athletic, her features more curvy and rounded than the other. Both girls were attractive and their facial features quite similar. The two girls were sisters, and they were practicing kissing. Kelly was twenty one, home for summer from college, and her younger sister Pam had just graduated high school and would be starting in the fall. They had fought often as siblings do, but in recent years maturity had inevitably caught up and they remained now very close. Pam had complained to her older sister about her boyfriends unwanted pressure for sex, and Kelly had demanded to know why she was still holding out. Pam was embarrassed but her close relationship with her sister had won out, and she had confided in Kelly her worries and fears. Kelly had listened to her sister's rant, and had seized upon the one incomprehensible fact. "You don't like kissing him?" Kelly had exploded with confusion. "Well, it's all sloppy and weird," Pam had explained. "He's the only person you have kissed right?" Kelly asked. "Yes," Pam replied, still embarrassed. "He's probably doing it wrong," Kelly said confidently. Pam wasn't so sure, but she acceded to her sister's wisdom. The next day, Kelly had found Pam alone in her room, and had quickly shut the door. She pulled Pam next to her and they sat at the edge of the bed. Kelly had demanded a demonstration of how Pam kissed, and Pam had reluctantly agreed. "Just one kiss, to make sure you aren't doing it wrong," Kelly said. Kelly leaned forward and pressed her lips against her sister's, softly. Pam's tongue shot out into her sisters mouth, fully extended and rough, and Kelly had to fall back, immediately laughing hysterically. "What's so funny?" Pam demanded, as her sister had rolled around on the bed giggling. "Your, um, a little eager. Keep your tongue in your mouth this time," Kelly said, still grinning. She leaned forward again, and pressed her lips against her sister's. This time Pam remained almost frozen, her lips pressing back, but remaining mostly inert. Kelly found this easier to deal with, and she slowly kissed Pam's lips. Kelly leaned farther in, her lips pressing harder against her sister, and began to open her mouth slightly. Pam, wary of her sister's complaint, kept her tongue in her mouth. Kelly's lips pressed against hers, gently kissing and suckling in an experience that was totally new to Pam. After several long minutes of delicacy and tenderness, Kelly softly moved her tongue forward. Pam let out a soft moan, feeling her sister probe against her lips. Pam felt amazed, never had kissing been so fun, and rarely had it made her feel this good. After a few minutes of this gentle kissing, Kelly pulled back and looked at her sister's expression. "Better?" Kelly asked. "That was great " Pam grinned. "That was way better than anything I've done before." "Now I'll teach you to kiss like that back, just kind of follow my lead," Kelly said, and leaned forward again. They had practiced diligently for most of the afternoon, and Pam had been reluctant when Kelly had gotten up, and declared that she needed to go. The next day, Pam had asked her sister to continue the lesson. This had happened two weeks ago, and every day since then, they had managed to continue finding times to practice, if only for a few minutes. They knew their parents would be shocked, and both of them rather enjoyed it, so they discreetly found times to spend together alone. This time was one of those, their parents being gone for the afternoon to see a movie together and have dinner. They had been kissing for twenty minutes, and Pam was fully enthralled by her older sister's lips. Kelly felt her back twinge in pain. She continued to kiss her sister, enjoying the sensation, but she wondered how she could ease her back. She placed her hand on her sisters, and eased it back onto the bed. Her sister willingly followed, and they eased themselves back onto the bed. Kelly was now lying down, and Pam was leaning over her. Pam's kissing skills had improved so much, that Kelly felt herself growing increasingly excited as Pam's tongue flicked against her lips. Leaning over her sister, Pam rested her hand gently on her sisters stomach. Kelly felt the soft touch and brought her own hand up to wrap around Pam's waist and hold her close. Pam lay down on her side, pressed into her sister, not having any desire to break the kiss. Pam's hand was still resting gently on her sister's stomach, and she began to move it slowly back and forth. Kelly found herself growing extremely excited by the feel of her sister's body. The hand on her stomach, and her sister's breasts pressing against hers was growing a little too intense for a sisterly make out session. Kelly recognized the signs of sexual longing in her sister, and grew worried that they would do something that Pam would regret. Kelly struggled to sit up, and gently pushed her sister's body away. "What's wrong?" Pam asked, not hiding her look of disappointment very well. "Listen, I like doing this as much as you do, but we have to talk about this," Kelly said, frowning slightly. "Okay," Pam sat reluctantly back, her lips still tingling with pleasure from her sister's mouth. Her body felt warm and content, like it had after every one of their practice sessions. "I wanted to you enjoy kissing, so that you would enjoy kissing your boyfriend," Kelly said carefully. "I know. I know that's why we are doing this," Pam said, a little confused. "Okay, well, it's becoming something else." Kelly said seriously, looking into her sister's eyes. "What do you mean?" "Let's face it, I've taught you how to kiss, any further 'practice' is just because we're enjoying it, and that's something we should talk about," Kelly said, watching her sister's face flush with embarrassment. "Don't be embarrassed, it's perfectly natural, but we should acknowledge it." "I know, but I want to keep doing it." Pam said quietly, not meeting her sisters gaze. "I know, so do I, but I have more experience, and I'm worried that you're not ready," Kelly said. "What do you mean?" Pam asked, now angry. "You are a virgin, but do you ever masturbate?" Kelly asked, and watched with satisfaction as Pam's face grew bright red. "Yes," Pam answered defiantly. "Since when?" Kelly asked. "Last week." "And how do you do it? Under or over the underwear?" Kelly guessed. "Just rubbing through my underwear," Pam confessed, bright red and mortified. Kelly nodded, and smiled. Her sister was going through a rush of emotions, unfamiliar and overwhelming, and she didn't have any previous experience to ground her. "You haven't been sexually active, your body is roaring with hormones and your just now dealing with them. Masturbation is normal, kissing is normal, and it might take you some time to assimilate them. Your body is craving sex, and what we've been doing is only making it worse, am I correct?" Kelly asked. "Yes," Pam whispered. "Well, I want to help, but I want you to be sure you're ready." "I'm ready," Pam replied. "Then let's move on to the next step," Kelly answered. "What's the next step?" Pam asked. "You'll see," Kelly grinned. Kelly got up off the bed and adjusted her shirt. She walked briskly to her room, and opened a drawer. She reached past crumpled clothes, through old bathing suits, and finally she found what she was looking for. She held it firmly in her hand as she walked back to her sisters room. Holding it behind her back, she stepped through, closing the door behind her. Pam looked upon her expectantly, and Kelly pulled out the small dildo. "Pam, this is your new best friend." Pam's mouth opened with shock, and she stared at the six inch realistically shaped dildo with an open mouth. "Where did you get that?" Pam asked, her eyebrows shooting up. "They do have stores that sell these you know, there's one kind of close to campus," Kelly shrugged. "Does your boyfriend know you have one?" Pam asked with surprise. "He went with me, actually, he paid for it," Kelly smiled. "And you actually use it?" Pam asked, her voice still sounding shocked. "Of course, and now you will." "I don't think I can..." Pam started, but Kelly sat down on the bed again next to her. "I know it's scary, but if you learn how to take care of yourself properly, then things become a lot easier," Kelly said carefully. Pam was nervous, and Kelly could sense her unease. Kelly set the dildo aside, and put an arm around her sister, intending it for support. Pam felt grateful, and leaned in to hug her sister. After a moment of this, Kelly turned Pam's face toward her, and she leaned in to kiss her. Pam eagerly accepted her sister, and they lay back on the bed once more. Kelly wrapped her arms around her sister, and they lay holding each other for a long time. Pam pulled back, her face flushed with pleasure. "Maybe we can just do this for a while, I don't think I'm ready to..." Pam started, and then she looked at the dildo. "I understand," Kelly sighed, and then was struck with inspiration. "We can stick to kissing, that's alright, but it gets me pretty excited." Kelly explained, "I'm going to get a little more comfortable." Kelly stood up, and unbuttoned her jeans. Pam's expression was startled, and she hesitantly looked down at her own clothes. She blushed, and then looked up at her sister. Kelly pulled down the jeans, and stood before her sister. Pam's eyes traveled up and down Kelly's long legs, and she looked up at her sister in shock. "You don't mind, do you?" Kelly asked. "No," Pam said softly, her eyes guiltily meeting her sister's. "It's okay to look, you've seen me naked before." "I know, but, since we've been kissing, it's different," Pam said. "I know," Kelly said. She sat down on the bed, and leaned in to kiss her sister. They eased back into the familiar position, Kelly lying down on her back, and Pam leaning against her, head arched over her sister. They kissed slowly, and gently for a few minutes, each drifting again into the comfort zone they held with each other. Kelly held Pam close with one hand, and her other hand drifted to her own chest. Her nipples were hard with excitement, and she gently rubbed one of them through her shirt. Pam became aware of what her sister was doing, and paused to watch for a second. Kelly used two fingers to outline the hard point in her shirt, aware of her sister's scrutiny. After watching for a few moments, Pam bent down again and kissed her sister, affirming her support, and to Kelly, her encouragement. Kelly trailed her hand down to her legs, resting it on top of her groin. She spread out her hands, and her fingers gently began to move on top of her panties. As her sister's tongue grew more explorative, Kelly let her hand rest against her sex. She gently extended her two fingers again, this time slowly tracing her slit. She felt her lower lips tingle with excitement, and she wasn't surprised the fabric was forming a wet spot beneath her entrance. After making out for a few more minutes, Kelly moved her head back. "I was thinking, maybe it would be less scary for you, if you watched me do it," Kelly whispered. Pam stared into her sister's eyes, and nodded. Kelly removed her arm from her sisters back, and reached down with both hands to remove her panties. Pam watched as they slid down her sister's legs, and dropped quickly onto the floor. Her eyes traveled back up the long legs, and Pam stared down in fascination at her exposed sister's sex. Trimmed to short, wiry curls, her pubic hair stood out against her sister's skin in sharp contrast. Looking down, Pam could see the top of her sisters lips, and she sat up, removing her hand from her sister's stomach. Kelly watched Pam's gaze lock onto her crotch, and Kelly sighed in satisfaction. She lowered her hand again, this time coming to rest against her entrance. Pam leaned forward and watched as Kelly slowly slid one finger into herself. Kelly toyed with herself slowly for a minute, mostly watching her sister's reactions. Pam was flushed, but she could not take her eyes away from her beautiful sister. Keeping her legs slightly spread apart, Kelly reached over and grabbed the small dildo. Pam watched eagerly as Kelly brought the dildo down to her crotch. She kept her left hand gently working on her lips, and used the right hand to slid the dildo up and down her slit. She knew she needed no extra lubrication, and pressed the dildo against her lips. Kelly closed her eyes and eased the dildo into the entrance. She pushed slowly, knowing that Pam was watching with her complete attention. The head pushed through the lips and disappeared inside of her, and she took a deep breath as she pushed harder. Pam watched as her sister pressed the dildo firmly inside of herself, and as it reached it's base, Pam exhaled as her sister bit her lower lip in pleasure. Kelly opened her eyes again and she found Pam watching her face. Kelly smiled up at Pam, and began to slowly fuck herself with the dildo. She used her left hand to keep her lips spread, and her right hand eased the dildo back and forth. "Are you still scared of something being inside of you?" Kelly asked, slightly breathless. "Yes, but this is making me want to even more," Pam replied. Kelly stared up at her sister as she increased her pace. The dildo slid easily in and out, her excitement level was evident as she masturbated for her sister. "Once you get over being scared, this feeling is amazing," Kelly said. "It looks like it," Pam said with a smile. Kelly continued using her right hand to operate the dildo, but she moved her left hand up, resting it on her stomach. She felt pleasure racing through her body, and she pushed the dildo in harder, and she knew she was going to cum, for the first, and not last time of the afternoon. She quivered as it raced through her, and she tensed as the waves rushed through her. She opened her eyes to see her sister still staring at her, an expression of lust and desire etched on her face. Kelly continued to masturbate, intent on a repeated orgasm, and lifter her left hand out to her sister. Pam took her hand, conscious of the slight sticky residue, and rather intrigued by it. Kelly pulled Pam closer, and closed her eyes. Pam leaned down, kissing her sister once again. Tongue darting forward, met eagerly in her sister's mouth, she kissed her sister passionately as Kelly played with herself. After several minutes, Kelly felt her next orgasm approaching, and her breath became labored as she increased the pace of her right hand. Kelly and Pam continued to hold hands, as Kelly climaxed for the second time, twice as hard. Her body shook, and she cried out, squeezing Pam's hand tightly. It lasted for several long moments, and Pam increased her sister's pleasure by using her right hand to gently stroke Kelly's arm. After Kelly came down, she slowed the pace of the dildo, and gazed up into her sister's eyes. "Thank you for showing me," Pam said softly. Kelly grinned, and concentrated on catching her breath. It took her several minutes to recover, and Pam, sensing her sister's fatigue, lay down beside her, so they could both rest. They held hands and neither talked for a long time. Kelly got to her feet and slipped her panties back on. "I'm going to take a shower," Kelly said, feeling slightly embarressed now that it was over. Pam nodded, and continued to lie on the bed. "Do you want me to leave this here?" Kelly asked softly, looking down at the dildo. Worried that her voice would betray her, Pam merely nodded. Kelly picked up her jeans, and quietly left the room. She took a long shower, and hoped her sister would be able to help herself out. Pam stayed in her room the rest of the afternoon, and Kelly hoped she enjoyed it. Her parents came home later that night, and Kelly chatted amiably with them. They went to sleep early, and Kelly remained watching television, waiting for her sister to emerge from her room. Near midnight, and still having seen no sign of her sister since early evening, Kelly grew worried and went to see her. She knocked on the door, and Pam answered quickly. "Yes?" "It's Kelly, everything all right?" "Yes, I'm fine," Pam's voice came through the door. Kelly frowned, wondering if her sister was worried about the aftermath of her actions. "I'll be in my room if you want to talk about anything, anything at all," Kelly called through the door. "Okay." Kelly walked slowly to her room. She now felt uneasy, but she decided she would confront Pam in the morning and make sure everything was okay. About an hour later, Kelly was lying in her bed, trying to get to sleep. She had kicked off her covers and was lying under her sheet only, when she heard faint footsteps in the hall. She reached for a bedside lamp and turned it on. She stared towards the door, and watched as the handle turned. Pam slipped in, wearing a long oversized t-shirt that fell down to her thighs. Kelly smiled, wondering if Pam had come to talk. Pam reached down and grabbed her t-shirt. In one motion she pulled it off and stood before her sister naked. Kelly stared in surprise, and then in interest. Her sister's body had certainly developed since the last time she remembered seeing her. Kelly let her gaze float over every part of Pam's body, and then she looked up and met her gaze. Kelly didn't say a word, she just lifted one side of the sheet. Pam walked softly over, and crawled into bed next to her sister. Pam wrapped her arms around her sister, and they held each other. Kelly kissed Pam's forehead gently, and Pam moved to whisper into Kelly's ear. "I'm not scared anymore, but I want my first time to be with you," Pam said. Kelly nodded, and held her sister close. They kissed, as their bodies pressed against each other. For a while, Pam took control. She moved her lips down, and began kissing Kelly's neck. Kelly was surprised at Pam's initiative, but eagerly encouraged her sister's exploration. After several minutes of working on her neck, Pam moved down to Kelly's chest, her lips planting kisses along her skin, finally encircling the nipple, and placing the hard bud in her mouth. She sucked hard at first, and Kelly almost cried out in pain. Pam's mouth slowed, and her tongue gently lapped against Kelly's nipple, causing waves of pleasure to shoot through Kelly's body. Kelly allowed her sister to suckle at her chest for quite a while. When she felt like she couldn't stand it anymore, she used her arms to lift Pam up on her elbows. She scooted herself down and as Pam pushed herself up, Kelly eagerly encouraged Pam to give one of her breasts to her sister. Pam understood, and cupped her left breast in her hand, and then guided it to Kelly's mouth. As Kelly closed her eyes, she heard Pam moan into the still night. Kelly eagerly fed at Pam's nipple, and shivered. Pam pulled back, offering her other breast to Kelly, and stared down as Kelly latched herself on. Just One Kiss Kelly continued to work her mouth on Pam's chest, and but brought her hand down to Pam's crotch. Pam jerked at the touch, but Kelly kept her hand firm, and placed it against Pam's slit. Pam quivered as Kelly's fingers danced up and down her slit, and Pam had to bite her lip to keep from crying out. After a few minutes, Kelly was eager for more, and she used both hands to grab a hold of Pam's butt. She pulled, and Pam pushed herself up. Kelly slid down the bed, and positioned herself beneath her sister's pussy. Pam gently spread her legs, and lowered herself onto her sister's waiting mouth. Kelly arched her neck forward, and her mouth brushed against Pam's lower lips. Kelly let her tongue dart out and trace the perimeter slowly, she had collage roommate experience, and she knew what to do. Her longue lapped against Pam's tender clit, and in moments Pam was crying out, muffled into Kelly's pillow. Kelly continued to delve into her sister, tongue working eagerly against the folds, pressing into her entrance, and most constantly massaging her clit. Kelly brought her hand up, and teased Pam's entrance with one finger, gently parting the lips, and causing Pam to twitch again and again. After a longer time spent going down on her sister, Kelly helped Pam lie back on the bed. Pam's face was flushed, already she had cum twice, both times more powerfully than she had ever known. She stared at Kelly with a look of such longing and love, that Kelly grinned maliciously. "Are you ready?" Kelly asked. "Yes," Pam whispered. Kelly fumbled under her bed for her other sex toy, she knew that this was the only opportunity she would have to initiate her sister, and she burned with an eager lust. She found it quickly and used her own spit to lubricate the vibrator. She used her hand to keep Pam's entrance wet and quivering, and Kelly knew Pam would need it. Pam watched as her sister began to lower the vibrator, and she grabbed a pillow next to her, clutched it to her chest, and waiting with longing for the feeling of finally being filled. Kelly placed the vibrator against her sister's entrance, and gently pushed. Her right hand continued to massage Pam's clit and ease the entrance into acceptance, and her left hand pushed a little more. The smooth vibrator passed the first barrier and slid an inch inside of Pam. Pam's mouth opened in shock and pleasure, but she was too enthralled to say anything. Kelly pushed forward again, twisting slightly, and the vibrator continued to inch forward. At thee inches Kelly felt resistance, and she looked up at Pam for reassurance. Pam nodded, and Kelly leaned forward to kiss her sister. As their lips locked, Kelly thrust forward, hard and fast. The vibrator tore through the hymen and Pam couldn't help it, she cried out in pain. Kelly's mouth covered her's immediately, and Pam concentrated on her mouth, even though tears leaked from her eyes. Kelly felt a trickle of blood at her entrance, but merely twisted the vibrator and continued to massage her clit with her left hand. Pam felt the pain slowly receding, and Kelly instinctively pushed the vibrator forward again. Kelly knew it was painful, but she continued working her hands quickly over Pam's clit, hoping to distract her enough to make the experience pleasurable. Pam kept wanting to cry out to stop, but Kelly's hands were managing to push through the pain. Pam felt herself nearing another orgasm, and the pain mixed with pleasure in a way that electrified every part of her body. She shuddered again, and felt Kelly pressing the vibrator farther into her sister. Kelly moved her mouth down to her sister's chest, and began sucking on her nipples, while with her free hand, she moved to the base of the vibrator and switched it on. The humming was low, but to Pam, it created a wave of fire that ripped through the pain and caused her body to cascade into the most powerful sensation of orgasm that she had ever imagined. Time blurred, only aware of her sister's actions, Pam screamed into the pillow, as Kelly relentlessly plunged the vibrator into her sister's tight entrance. After several minutes of bliss, Pam felt the pain returning. Her slit was dripping wet, but it was also starting to hurt her, inside and the muscles felt stretched and sore. Kelly became aware as her sister twitched uneasily, and Kelly slowly pulled the vibrator out. Anxious to make sure her sister felt good, Kelly went down on Pam again, this time massaging her tenderest parts, using her tongue to sooth the burning muscles. Pam's body fluttered again, as Kelly's tongue caused an aftershock of an orgasm, and she reached down to stop her sister. Kelly slid up the bed and wrapped her arms around her sister, and watched as Pam's breathing returned to normal. Neither of them spoke, and Kelly pulled the sheet up and over them. They held each other, and only several hours later did one of them speak. "I'm glad you were my first," Pam whispered. "How bad was it?" Kelly asked. "Pretty bad, but you got me through it, and I am already looking forward to tomorrow," Pam said with a smile. "Tomorrow?" Kelly asked. "You can't stop teaching me now, there is so much I don't know yet!" "So we'll just take this one day at a time?" Kelly smiled back. "Exactly." Kelly grinned, and held Pam close to her. Kelly pulled the sheet up over them, and felt content for the first time in ages. Pam took a deep breath, resting her cheek gently against her sister's chest. They both fell asleep quickly, imaginations running wild, at the thought of the days to come. Any comments or opinions are welcome and requested :) Just One Kiss "It's strange that in the six years we've known each other we've never once tried to get it on." Luke absently stroked Jade's long dark hair, his fingers combing through the strands. She lay with her head on his lap and her legs extended along the length of the couch. "Why's that, do you think?" The sound of cheering drifted from the game show playing on the television and empty dishes from their takeout dinner littered the coffee table. The drapes were closed, a lamp on the side table throwing a wide arc of light over his living room. Jade smiled, her eyes drifting shut as his fingers raked through her hair. "Because you're a shameless man-whore who uses phrases like 'get it on'. That's why." He chuckled and toyed with the sapphire stud in her ear. "That explains why you haven't thrown yourself at me -- pretty judgemental on your behalf, by the way - but it doesn't explain why I haven't tried to lure you into bed." Jade opened her eyes and looked up at him, taking in his dirty blonde hair, his sensual mouth and deep blue eyes. A day's worth of stubble covered his jaw and his black t-shirt stretched taut across his chest. His good looks combined with his laid-back personality meant most women wanted him within five minutes of meeting him. He'd always used his warmth and charm to his advantage, so why had he never tested his abilities on her? It didn't take her long to come up with the reason for his behaviour. "I think it's because you respect me," she said. He let out an amused breath. "I don't want to sleep with you because I respect you?" Jade smiled at the humour in his tone. The more she thought about it the more it made sense. He had so many options when it came to women that he'd never needed or wanted to push the boundaries with her. She'd met him through his younger sister, and when Ellie had moved to Italy three years ago they'd both turned to each other to fill the void she'd left in their lives. Their friendship had grown and she now counted him as one of the most important people in her life. It would only take one quick test to prove he felt the same way about her. She pushed herself up to a kneeling position and faced him, wrapping her fingers around his wrist. "Watch, I'll prove it to you." His expression turned wary as she guided his hand towards her. "Touch my boobs," she said. He let out a shocked laugh and lifted his arm above his head. "No! What's wrong with you? I'm not touching your boobs." She arched her back, pushing her breasts out in invitation. It took all of her control to keep the smile from her face. She shouldn't enjoy teasing him so much, but the look on his face was priceless. "Why not?" "Because..." His gaze roamed her body, drifting over the crimson t-shirt moulded to her breasts, moving further down to the tanned legs revealed by her black shorts. His chest rose and fell with deep breaths. His hand flexed in hers, still above his head. He took a slow tour back up her body and met her eyes again, letting out a frustrated breath. "Because you're good and decent and I fucking respect you, okay? Jesus. You've given me a hard-on." Jade released his wrist, trying her damnedest not to laugh. "Sorry." He flicked a sideways glance at her and nudged her leg with his knee. The barest hint of a smile appeared. "I can tell when you're being sincere. That's not your sorry face." She let out the laugh she'd been struggling to hold in and relaxed beside him, resting her hand on his jeans-clad thigh. "You're the one who should be apologising. You don't want to sleep with me because you think I'm too nice. How insulting is that?" "Let's not start hurling accusations, okay? You called me a dirty man-whore." "I did not say 'dirty', and if it walks like a duck..." "That's it." He growled and dragged her over him to straddle his thighs, grabbing both of her hands in his. He held her still and stared her down, attempting a glare that didn't look as scary as it was supposed to because he kept fighting against a smile. "Take it back, Jade." She couldn't resist sending him a smirk just to stir him up some more. "Or what?" He'd placed her too far back on his legs for her to feel his erection, but after seeing the heat in his eyes she'd bet almost anything it was still there. A sudden urge came over her to slide closer and find out for sure. "I'll hold you down and tickle you until you do. We both know how that'll turn out." She'd always ended up a squirming mess on the floor with tears streaming down her face. She had no desire to be put through that again right now. Jade shook her head swiftly and clamped her elbows against her sides. "I didn't mean what I said, okay? You're pure and wholesome and proper." "Too late now, my feelings are hurt. You're going to have to find a way to make it up to me." Jade snorted and tried to pull her hands free. "I bet I can guess what you have in mind." He tugged her towards him and smiled as he kissed the tip of her nose. "If I didn't know better I'd think you were coming onto me. It's a pity you're not my type." "You might want to tell that to your little friend. I don't think he got the memo." Luke let out a bark of laughter. He released her hands and curved his palms around her waist, pulling her closer. She settled over his lap, the snug position leaving no doubt about whether or not his erection had subsided. His laughter quietened and the mood shifted between them. Their eyes met and she smiled, overwhelmed by the affection she felt for him. She reached out to stroke his cheek and he moved his head slightly, as if he wanted to turn his face into her palm but thought better of it. "Have you ever wondered what we'd be like together?" she asked softly. His thumbs swept over the curve of her hips. "I told you before, you're kind and decent and all I want at this point in my life is wild, no-strings-attached sex. The two don't go together." "You've never once thought of me in that way?" His gaze flicked to her mouth. "I've pictured you naked if that counts." She tucked her hair behind her ear. "Really?" "Yeah." He reached up and tapped her chin with his forefinger. "Don't look so pleased with yourself. I'm a man, it's what we do." Jade let out a breathy laugh and tipped her head slightly to one side, her gaze travelling over him while she tried to decide if her next question would cross any kind of line. "Will you let me try something?" she asked. "Just out of curiosity?" "Such as?" "I want to kiss you." His eyes narrowed. "Why?" "I don't know, I guess I just want to know what it's like between us. Just one kiss, nothing more. You can even hold my hands again to make sure I don't feel you up." He raised his brows. "What if I want to be felt up?" She raised her brows back at him. "Then you can let go of my hands." He kept his eyes on hers and grabbed her wrists, guiding them behind her back. He clamped them together at the base of her spine, holding her tightly. The change in position caused her breasts to thrust out mere inches from his mouth. His gaze lowered for just a fraction of a second, letting her know it hadn't gone unnoticed. Her attention dropped to his lips. Jade tried to imagine what it would feel like kissing him for the first time in a way that wouldn't -- couldn't -- be classed as platonic. His mouth was firm and sensual, so inviting. Why had she never noticed that before? Her humour disappeared and she swallowed hard. Luke watched her closely, his blue eyes taking everything in. "What?" she asked, feeling as if she'd suddenly lost her footing. "Nothing. It's just..." He gave her wrists a firm tug and she sucked in a breath. "This is turning you on." She let out a harsh sigh. "I can't help it. I get turned on over a new pair of shoes. It doesn't mean anything." His mouth lifted at one corner. "You realise this is going to change everything between us." She shook her head. "It won't. I care too much about you to let that happen." She moistened her lower lip and leaned closer. "I know you feel the same way." "Still..." "Just...shhh." She pressed her lips to his forehead, letting them linger there for a while, soaking up the warmth of his skin. Faint traces of his clean, crisp cologne drifted towards her, teasing her senses. His free hand swept up and down her arm, leaving shivers in its wake. She leaned back and took her time looking him over, drinking in the view of him while she decided where her mouth should go next. He gazed up at her, his expression filled with amusement. "Are we done?" Jade smiled and touched her lips to cheek. "Not even a little bit." She grew bolder and moved her mouth to his neck, leaving a trail of light, sucking kisses over his throat; a gentle lick here, a nibble there. His pulse beat strong and steadily, his chin lifting to allow her easier access. Her mouth travelled up to the curve of his jaw and his whiskers prickled against her lips. She pressed a soft kiss there, then another, revelling in the masculine feel of him. "You smell good," she said, nuzzling his throat. His responding Mmmm vibrated against her lips. She nibbled his ear and flicked her tongue at the lobe. Jade knew she shouldn't torment him in this way, but the more she touched him, the more of him she wanted to touch. His hand kept both of hers secured behind her back and she strained against his hold, needing physical contact with him. Her breasts pressed against his chest and a low growl rumbled in his throat, her heartbeat quickening at the sound. His grip tightened, his strength causing a sudden, inexplicable craving inside her. "Jade, if you don't get this over with quick," Luke said, his voice growing huskier, "I might get the impression you're a cock-tease." Oh, God. The sound of his deep voice uttering the word 'cock' had a jolt of pleasure rushing through her. She pulled back to look into his eyes, surprised by the need she saw there. With his clenched jaw and his steely hardness beneath her, she knew it would only take the slightest encouragement from her to throw them both into chaos. Her hands jerked in his, she wanted them free so she could touch him. Somehow knowing he wouldn't let her go only heightened the confusing feelings crashing around inside her. His hips shifted beneath her, bringing her into closer contact with his erection. Her breathing turned shallow and she closed her eyes, fighting the need to moan. How could she be feeling this way when they'd barely touched? She hadn't even kissed him properly yet. It suddenly hit her and she drew in a sharp breath. "I lied," she said, opening her eyes and staring at him in wonder. She'd not only fooled him with her words, but herself as well. "I want more." "I know." He released her wrists and they sat watching one another. The tension in the air had become unbearable. "Don't blame me when it all turns to shit." "It won't." "We'll see." He sank his fingers into her hair, dragged her against him and crushed his mouth to hers. She barely had time to brace herself before it all spiralled out of control. Jade hung on and kissed him back, thrusting her tongue against his. One hand plunged into his hair while the other wound around his neck. Her knees clamped either side of his thighs and she pressed down against his erection. His answering groan had desire surging inside her. There were no teasing touches now; it was all heat and hunger. She wanted him. All of him. Luke slid one palm down her spine, curving over her ass. He squeezed her flesh and moved his mouth to her throat, leaving quick, damp kisses over flushed skin. "Fucked if I know what's happening here," he said, lifting his head to look into her eyes, "but my God, I want you." The intensity in his gaze left her breathless. She gasped and pressed her mouth to his, her tongue plunging between his lips, her hands roaming his body. Heat radiated off him and his muscles flexed beneath her fingers. His strength aroused her in a way she'd never thought possible. She hadn't looked at him in this light before. Now she couldn't imagine seeing him any other way. Luke's mouth left hers just long enough for him to grab the hem of her t-shirt, drag it up her body and toss it aside. She sat before him in her shorts and a blue lace bra, her hair draped over one shoulder, her lips swollen. Breathless and needy, she reached for him again. He groaned and kissed her hard, flicking open the clasp on her bra and whipping it from her body. His hand closed over her bare breast, massaging her flesh, his thumb sweeping across her nipple. A thrill shot through her and she pressed herself to him, holding him tight. Her tongue caressed his, her fingers digging into his shoulders. Luke pushed himself off the couch and took her with him. He helped her to her feet and worked on her zipper, shoving her shorts and panties over her hips. He pulled her to him again, giving her the impression he didn't want to let her go for more than a few seconds. It only made her want him more. "Oh, God, Luke...this is...I need you." Jade stepped from her puddled clothes and grabbed fistfuls of his t-shirt, peeling it over his head. Their lips met again and she poured everything into the kiss. She fumbled with the button on his jeans, dragging them open. Before she could free his erection he lifted her in his arms and gripped her ass. "Bed," he said against her mouth. "Upstairs." She clutched his body, linking her ankles at his back and sinking her hands into his hair. He walked with her into the hallway, took a couple more steps towards the stairs. Jade slid her fingers into his open jeans and clasped his erection, squeezing his length. She pulled her mouth from his, her breaths panting from her. "Now," she said. "Now." Luke let out a deep groan and shoved his boxer briefs over his erection. He stood with her wrapped around him, one hand clasping the back of her neck. The other hand gripped his cock, rubbing it slowly up and down her damp pussy. Jade tucked her face in against his throat and released a strangled cry as he guided it inside her. She pushed her hips towards him to meet the thick glide of his cock, her eyes closing as he filled her. Exhilaration and arousal had her pulse racing, her skin flushing. Her stomach reeled with pleasure. He pulled back and drove into her again, his breaths harsh, his body tense as she took him in. He made his way to the foot of the stairs and leaned down, his palm flattening against a carpeted step while his other hand took her weight. Jade felt the press of the stairs against her back, the tension in his muscles beneath her fingertips. She lifted her chin and looked into his eyes; they were fiery in their intensity, roaming her face, her breasts, taking everything in. He sank into her and retreated again. "Ahhh...Luke...that's so good." His thrusts pushed her back against the stairs, the carpet abrading her skin. His chest brushed against her nipples, hardening them to tingling points. He leaned in and kissed her, his quick breaths expelling against her cheek. The sensations overwhelmed her. She needed to come. She needed it so badly. He plunged inside her over and over, his movements so deep, so forceful, she knew it wouldn't take long. Jade hooked her hands over the backs of his shoulders and met his thrusts with bucking hips. A groan rumbled in his throat and he kissed her harder, his fingers gripping her ass. His speed increased and she felt it building inside her. Her stomach dipped and her back arched. Jade tore her mouth from his and tilted her head. His lips moved to her throat and she dragged in a breath as it came over her. It crashed in a wave that sucked her under, had her shaking, pulsing around him. "Oohhh..." Her thighs clenched and she held on tight. The tip of his tongue traced the length of her throat. Desire surged and her hips lifted. She let out a loud sigh and collapsed, trembling, against his supporting arm. "Ahhh, Jade." His thrusts eased to a slow grind and he pressed his mouth to hers. His lips moved softly, his tongue caressing hers. Knowing he was close had excitement building inside her all over again. His stomach muscles tightened and with a quiet groan he shuddered and came inside her. Her eyes closed and her heart pounded as he gave one final shove, his sound of surrender one of the most erotic things she'd ever heard. Even after everything they'd shared, after everything he'd made her feel, all she could think now was: More. His mouth left hers and she wrapped her arms around him, resting her lips against the racing pulse in his throat. He braced himself on one elbow while he recovered and Jade's eyes opened as the silence settled over them. She considered how this might change their relationship, her stomach churning at the thought of what he might be feeling right now. She wished she hadn't turned down his offer of wine during dinner, at least then she could have blamed the alcohol for starting all of this. He'd warned her it would change everything between them, she just hoped it didn't change things for the worse. Luke finally turned and sank down on the stairs, pulling her sideways across his lap. He rested his forehead against hers and Jade held her breath while she waited for him to speak. The seconds were torturous as they ticked away. His palms clasped her face and he eventually let out a sigh. "What the hell was that?" he whispered. She let out the breath she'd been holding, the humour in his tone helping alleviate her fears. Jade bit her lip and smiled, trying to control the hope rising inside her. "I don't know, I've never experienced anything like that before. I wish I'd thrown myself at you years ago." He chuckled and kissed her cheek, his lips lingering on her skin. "It answers one question at least," he said. "What's that?" "You look even better naked than I imagined." Jade laughed and threaded her arms around his neck, pressing a quick kiss on his mouth. When she meant to pull away he cradled the back of her head and urged her closer, taking the kiss deeper. Their lips moved together, his hand sinking into her hair to keep her near. The warmth of his touch eased her worries and set her mind at rest. They both cared about one other, of that much she was sure. With that as a basis to build on, she knew they'd find a way to make this work. Just One Kiss It was supposed to be just one kiss. It wasn't supposed to turn into an affair that turned my life and hers upside down. I had commitments to others and so did Susan, although as it turned out our commitments to others were, for reasons not entirely either of our faults, shaky at best. But in addition, she worked for me and in big company corporate America having an affair with someone who works for you is a serious infraction. We were traveling, calling on a major customer. We had made our pitch and succeeded in convincing the customer to double his annual order flow. It was snowing hard in Chicago when we finished. Before our cab could even get out of the Loop, we learned that our flight home was cancelled and we had been rebooked on a mid-day flight out the next morning. I made a quick call to the hotel we had stayed in the night before and got new reservations for each of us. Given we were stuck in Chicago and that the new order flow we had just wrapped up was a high five event, we decided that a celebratory dinner was in order. The hotel we were in had a good restaurant. Before we even went to our rooms, we checked into the bar and had a couple of drinks. Then we went to our rooms to clean up for dinner. Dinner was good and we enjoyed an excellent bottle of French burgundy to celebrate our success. Over dinner we discussed everything from business and how we were going to serve our customers' new requirements, to sports (she was a Yankees fan, ugh!), spouses (hers, who I learned was on his way out due to the fact that he was having an affair with his male trainer), and significant others (mine, who was more a friend with benefits than a true significant other). While we talked and ate, I couldn't help focusing on how beautiful I thought Susan was. She was about five-five or five-six with long dark hair and big round brown eyes. Her breasts, sheathed in a tight red sweater, were full. When she excused herself to go to the ladies room, I noticed that her backside was round and lovely, set off by her narrow waist, and her legs were elegant, beautifully enhanced by the heels she was wearing. Now, it wasn't that I had never noticed how attractive Susan was before. She had been working for me for five years, and I confess that I had lusted after her on a regular basis, but I had seen the trouble that others got into with office affairs, and I just told myself that I wasn't going there—not with Susan or any of the other women in the office. Even when I started dating again following my divorce, I refrained from pursuing any of the women I worked with. While I was sitting waiting for her return, I had a thought that seemed harmless, but ultimately led down a very slippery slope to a lot of complexity. "What if . . . what if?" I thought, "What if I stole a kiss tonight? Just one kiss. Nothing more." "Hmmm. Bad idea," I thought. She might take it wrong and slap me or lecture me on my responsibilities to others and as her boss. No, definitely a bad idea." "Oh, but it would be so sweet, and what could just one kiss hurt." I even thought about just how I would do it, holding her face with both of my hands and then a soft kiss—definitely more than a peck , but not a sloppy aggressive tongue in mouth assault by any means. It would be brief, but not too brief. By holding her face I would avoid the temptation to crush her against me with my arms. Just a nice tender kiss, and just one kiss. As Susan walked across the floor of the restaurant, returning from the restroom, I was taken by how attractive she looked coming towards me. "Even better than going away," I chuckled to myself. "Stop it, you pervert. She's your co-worker, not someone you met on a dating service," I told myself. "Oh yeah, and forget this 'one kiss' nonsense. That's a really bad idea." Susan was smiling broadly as she sat down. She leaned forward like a conspirator about to whisper a secret and said softly with a giggle, "Oh Chris, you wouldn't believe what I heard in the restroom." "Really," I said raising my eyebrows and leaning forward to join her in her conspiratorial conversation. She giggled some more. "There were these two women fixing their makeup. They looked like they were auditioning for Real Housewives of New Jersey." I had an immediate image of the two women—Slightly overweight, buxom (probably fake), short glitzy dresses, lots of jewelry and make-up, and bleached blonde hair. "Yes?" "Well, they were talking about their husbands. They were grumbling about how they had both let themselves get fat and ugly and how crappy their sex lives were anymore." "Really? Did they realize you were there?" "Oh yeah. I was standing right next to them fixing my make-up, and they were completely ignoring me while they talked about how hard it was to have decent sex with a three-hundred-pound husband." Susan was smiling and chuckling as she talked to me. "That sounds pretty graphic for girl talk," I said, smiling. "Oh, they were really graphic." She looked around to see if anyone was paying attention to us and then leaned even farther forward. I did the same. "One of them was complaining that her husband's, uh . . . thingy, was so short she had trouble pushing his belly away enough so she could get it in herself." Susan was blushing and laughing now. "And you won't believe what the other gal said." I leaned forward even more awaiting the next quote. Susan looked around again and then said, "She said, 'Oh I gave up on that with Arnie years ago. When he says he's in the mood, I just give him a quick blowjob and tuck him into bed. Then he sleeps like a baby and I go and play with a vibrator'." "Was there more?" I asked my blushing co-worker who was now leaning back laughing. "Oh yes, lots, but I'm not going to repeat it to you here." "So, where do we have to go to get you to repeat it to me." "Chris!" she said in a mock scolding tone. "It was almost pornographic. I can't tell you that kind of stuff. I wouldn't have told you what I did if we hadn't had so much to drink tonight." "Okay," I said, deciding that I was up against the limit of how far Susan thought it proper to go with her boss. The topic moved away from the Real Housewives to safer topics as we finished the bottle of wine. With the wine gone, I paid the bill, and we stood and left the restaurant. We stepped into the elevator and the door closed with us as the only two occupants. That's when the idea of "just one kiss" popped back into my head. "No! It's a bad idea!" I told myself." We got off the elevator on the 11th floor and Susan slipped her arm into mine as we walked down the empty hallway. She felt warm and soft against me. I was still thinking about the kiss. We got to her door first. My room was next door. Susan removed her key from her purse and opened the door. That's when my common sense deserted me. I said softly, "Wait." Susan turned and looked up at me, and I kissed her, just like I had fantasized about earlier. I held her face in both hands and bent towards her until I was lined up. She smelled lovely. I closed my eyes as I kissed her. As I had planned, it wasn't a passionate kiss (not that I wasn't feeling passionate), but it wasn't platonic either. Her lips were soft and warm. As she returned the kiss, she put her arms on my shoulders, not to push me away or to pull me closer, just to be touching me. It was a delicious kiss and I let it linger a bit longer than I had planned or dared, because, well once you're started, why stop a good thing? When I finally pulled away, she left her hands on my shoulders and was looking up at me with her brown eyes wide. "Chris, . . ." "Shhhh." I said interrupting her. "Thank you and goodnight." As I spoke, I pulled back from her and turned to walk on down to my room. I hadn't taken a full step when I heard her say, "Chris, wait." I turned and found her standing close. She reached up and wrapped both arms around my neck and pulled me close. I could feel her breasts smashed against my chest as she pulled my head down towards her face. Then she kissed me. This kiss was not chaste or restrained. She pushed her tongue between my lips and we stood there in the hall, melded into a single person as we kissed for a long, long time. At this point I was lost. Any notion of consideration of the consequences was gone. I had wrapped my hands around her back and I let them slide down to her ass. I grabbed it with both hands and pulled it up tight against me. I could feel my rapidly stiffening cock pressing against her soft belly. Susan continued to kiss me, but she was deliberately rubbing her tits against my chest. God, it felt good. Then I rotated just a bit, without breaking the kiss, and pushed her back against the wall. Susan pulled one of her legs up and wrapped it around my legs and we were dry humping, fully dressed in the hallway of the hotel. I had pulled one of my hands away from her back and was using it to fondle her tits. I was lost, utterly lost. My moral compass had just checked out for the duration. Then she broke the kiss and slid out from under me towards the still open door to her room. She had grabbed my necktie and used it to drag me into the room, but I admit, she didn't have to pull very hard to get me to follow her. As soon as the door closed, she wrapped her arms around my neck, and we began to kiss again, just as passionately as we had in the hall. As in the hall I was mauling her tits through her sweater, but now she pulled a hand away from my neck and slid it between us, laying the flat of her palm against my fully erect, trouser-covered cock, sliding it up and down. I pushed her long hair back over her shoulder and began to kiss and nibble at the soft tissue between the base of her neck and her shoulder, working my way up to her ear and then back down, causing her to cry out, "Oh, oh, yes," and lot more that was incoherent. Susan stepped back for a moment and pulled her sweater over her head. Her tits, which were about half out of the bra cups from the mauling I had been giving them, looked delicious. As I reached out for them she reached behind her back and released the bra, throwing it to the floor. Then she reached up and pulled my head down to her breasts. I was kissing her breasts when she said, "No, my nipples. Suck on my nipples." I did as requested, and she threw her head back and continued to cry out as she had when I was kissing her neck and ears, only now it was louder, "Oh god, yes. That's good. That's so fucking good." Somehow, while I was doing that she managed to release her skirt and drop it to the floor along with her panties so that she was now completely naked. Then she reached in beneath my face and her tits and released my tie and the buttons on my shirt. I just kept sucking on her nipples. After my tie and shirt, her hands were working on my belt and zipper, and she soon had my trousers and boxers around my feet while she began stroking my cock. I staggered back towards the bed with my feet still encumbered by my pants and boxers and sat down, well, more fell than sat. Susan followed me and dropped to her knees before me, staring at my erect cock that she still held in her hands. She took a moment to fully remove my shoes and the trousers and boxers wrapped around them, tossing them across the room and out of the way, and then she leaned forward and begin to lick the head of my cock. Oh fuck that felt good, but it was just the beginning. She pushed the head of my cock between her lips while she continued to swirl her tongue around it. She pulled her head down and I could feel her warm mouth engulf my cock until it hit the back of her throat while her tongue caressed the underside of my dick. Then she pulled back sucking hard until only the head remained in her mouth while she used one hand to stroke the exposed shaft. She began to pump my cock, repeating the process again and again. God, could this woman suck cock. I leaned forward, curling my back over her head and reached down and began to caress her tits. At first I just fondled all of each breast, but I soon worked my way to the nipples. They were swollen and firm, about twice the diameter of a pencil eraser and long enough to get a good grip on. At first I was just softly pulling on them, but then I grabbed each one between a forefinger and a thumb and twisted the nipple hard. Susan moaned in response, which felt great on my cock. "Susan, I'm going to cum," I said. "Are you sure you want me to cum in your mouth?" She looked up at me and pulled her face back from my cock, "No, no. On my tits. Cum on my tits. That's so sexy." She hopped to her feet and walked naked across the room, to an armchair where she sat down, her legs spread. Her pussy lips were swollen and glistening with her juice. She was holding her tits up and pushing them out towards me. "Come over here and squirt your cum on my tits." I stood before her and began to stroke my cock, holding it right over her tits, which she was still holding up for me. "Come on Chris. Stroke that cock and make it cum on my tits. Come on." It didn't take me long to get there. With just a few strokes, I could feel my balls tighten and then the cum began to rise in my cock. I groaned and shot several loads of white slippery cream. The first hit her in the face, but the rest hit their target and soon there were gooey drips of cum all over her beautiful tits. I stood catching my breath as she wiped the cum from her face and smeared it, along with the remainder of my load, across her breasts. I reached down, picked her up, and carried her to the bed where I dropped her on her back and then kneeled between her legs. "Spread your legs beautiful," I whispered as I began to kiss the inside of her thighs. I worked up one thigh, from the knee to just short of her sex and then did the same thing on the other leg. By now I was laying on my belly with my face directly in front of her beautiful pussy. It was clean-shaven with just a small strip of hair remaining just above where her inflamed clit peeked from beneath its hood. Her lips were swollen and shiny with liquid that had leaked from her pussy. I began by simply blowing my warm breath on her clit, but quickly followed that up with a teasing lick. She gasped when my tongue flicked her clit. Picking my head up I could see she was smiling and playing with her cum-covered tits. "More," she said. I returned the smile and dove back into her pussy. Next I used my fingers to fully spread her outer lips and began to lick her inner lips with long slow strokes running from top to bottom finishing by briefly flicking her clit at the end of each stroke. Each time she gasped when I briefly touched her clit. I kept this up for maybe ten or so strokes. Then I opened my mouth so it was covering her pussy and extended my tongue as far into her cunt as it would go. I pushed in and out like I was fucking her. She tasted so good. The only way I can describe it is as the taste of sex. So erotic! Oh god, how I love to eat pussy. I was lying on my belly with my legs extended behind me, using both hands to fondle her cum sticky tits and twist and pull on her nipples. Susan now had her legs wrapped around my back and both hands on my head holding it against her pussy. She was moaning and crying continuously—Not saying anything coherent, just making a lot of noise and occasionally saying my name or some obscenity. "Oh fuck! So good! Oh Chris! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Don't stop!" There was very little risk that I was going to stop for anything short of a fire or an earthquake. I was thoroughly enjoying myself and I noticed that I could feel my erection returning beneath me. God, I hadn't recovered that quickly since I was a teenager. Oh yeah, this was good. I was surprised Susan hadn't climaxed given all the noise she was making, and I really wanted to get her to cum. I pulled my hands down until I had a firm grip on both of her ass cheeks and then I picked my head up and resumed licking her lips and flicking her clit at then end of each stroke. Next I let go of her ass with one hand and slipped two fingers as far into her sloppy wet cunt as I could get them. I began to finger fuck her as I continued to lick her pussy lips and flick her clit. On each stroke with my fingers I curled the tips against the front of her cunt in hopes that I could stroke her g-spot as I withdrew them. I could tell when I hit it because Susan screamed briefly each time. Susan was continuing to cry and murmur obscenities along with my name. Now she was arching her back to lift her hips in time to each stroke of my fingers. She had to be close to cumming. I knew how to get her there. I continued to fuck her with my fingers, but I picked my head up a bit and focused my mouth on her clit. I began to suck on it just like it was one of her nipples. I alternated that with rapidly flicking it with my tongue. It didn't take long. "Oh, oh, oh, Chris. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. I'm gonna cum, Oh shit, oh Yes," and then she climaxed with a scream that certainly could be heard in the adjoining room (with fortunately belonged to me). I kept sucking on her clit as she came, but she quickly pushed my head away. "Oh, Oh. Too sensitive. Stop, stop. She hadn't recovered her ability to talk in whole sentences yet. Not a surprise. Lots of women are too sensitive after they cum, but I had a plan for this. I rose to my knees and spread her legs apart on either side of my hips. My now fully recovered prick was standing straight out in front of me. Susan was still babbling, "No Chris. No more. Oh that was so good. Where did you learn to do that? I'm a wreck. No more." "Shhh," I said. "It's okay. You'll like this." Then I leaned forward and pushed my cock into her wet pussy. It was tight from her climax, but so warm and wet. Oh god, it felt good. I didn't really start to fuck. I just held myself above her on my arms and looked down at her beautiful face. As I filled her cunt her eyes flew open. "Oh Chris! You're back. I mean you're hard again." "Shhh," I said and I leaned down and began to kiss her again—a long, wet sloppy kiss that ranged over both our faces and necks. Then I tipped us to the side, because, well because my arms weren't going to last forever. As the kiss continued I began to pump my cock in and out of her pussy. Not fast, it was just enough to let her know she was being fucked. It was a long, languid fuck. I can do that when I have already cum the first time. We tried a bunch of positions, pulling apart and moving to another position every time one of us was approaching climax. When she sat atop me, I played with her tits and began pulling on the nipples. "Oh, fuck! If you keep that up you're gonna make me cum." "So? Is that bad?" I said as I continued to twist her nipples. "Ah . . . What?" she said. She was panting now and leaning forward with her dark brown hair hanging around her head and her tits hanging toward my chest. Her hands were on my shoulders, and she was riding my cock hard. "I asked if it was bad if you cum?" "Oh," she said between pants. "No . . . but are you close?" "No, but that doesn't matter. I'll get there eventually, and we still have other positions to try." "Okay. Oh fuck this is good. Okay, I'm gonna let myself cum." She leaned back on one arm pulling herself away from my fingers and then reached down with the other hand to massage her clit. I responded by flexing my hips to fuck her as hard as I could. It didn't take long. "Oh, oh, yes, yes, I'm there. Oh Aaaagh!" and she finished with a scream at least as loud as her first climax. I thought the muscles in her cunt were going to cut me in half. Then she collapsed on me, and she was crying. "Susan, Susan. What's the matter? Why the tears? Are you hurt?" Just One Kiss She continued to lie on my chest and I could still feel an occasional contraction of the muscles in her pussy as her sobs eased away. I wrapped my arms around her. So warm and good. My dick flexed without any control by me. Finally she sat up, pushed her hair back and spoke, "No. I'm fine. Oh I'm so much better than fine. I can't put into words how much I've wanted to do that with you and it was so good. So much better than I ever imagined it would be." She begin to cry again and I pulled her down on me. I was silent, but I was thinking about how complicated this was going to be. I was also thinking about how good her hot wet pussy felt on my still hard dick. We just lay there for quite a while saying nothing. Then I deliberately flexed my dick, which was still in her pussy. I did it again and she sat up and pushed her hair back with a look on her face that said, "Oh there's more? I smiled a smile that said, "Oh yes, there's more," and begin to flex my hips, fucking my cock in and out of her. She leaned forward again so her tits were mashed against my chest and I continued to use my hips to push my dick in and out of her sloppy wet cunt. Not hard and not fast. It was just a slow casual fuck, and the way she was rubbing her hard nipples against my chest was so good. After awhile I felt myself getting closer to cumming. I pushed her hair aside so I could begin to fondle her neck and ear with my tongue. I could tell that the combination of our fucking and my tongue was getting her close again because she was softly whimpering. Finally I whispered in her ear. "Susan, this is good, but I am getting close and I want to finish fucking you from behind." She pulled her head up and gave me a long wet kiss while I continued to slowly fuck her pussy, and then without a word she rolled off of me and got on her knees with her head down and her beautiful butt up. I quickly positioned myself behind her on my knees and began to rub my hard dick along her lips and her clit. Each time I hit her clit she gasped. Finally she said, "That feels good, but I really want your dick in my pussy. Put it in and fuck me. I think I can cum again." I pulled back a little and positioned my cock at the entrance to her pussy. As I gently slid it in, she groaned. In this position it went in very deeply. Just as I reached the limit of my dick's reach I felt it hit bottom. "Oh shit," she said. "That's so deep. I'm so full." I pulled back almost to the end and then slowly filled her again. She moaned. I did that three or four times and she groaned a bit louder each time. "Oh so good," she said. It felt good for me too. For some reason fucking in this position always pushed me quickly to the edge and this was no exception. My balls were pulled up tight against body, and I had to work to control myself. "Harder! Fuck me harder," Susan said as began pushing her hips back against me as I stroked my way into her. She had reached down with one hand and was rubbing her clit. "Oh god, I'm going to cum again! Oh, oh, fuck! Fuck me, fuck me harder! Right now!" She was so turned on she was speaking through clenched teeth. I pulled my dick all the way back and then slammed it as far into her cunt as it would go. Then I just let go of all control and began to fuck her as hard and fast as I could. I was holding her ass with both of my hands and holding it back so I didn't push her over. It really didn't take very long, but it felt much longer. Susan was screaming obscenities, "Chris, yes, yes that's it! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Harder! Fuck me harder!" And then just screaming as she climaxed for the third time that evening. As I felt her pussy muscles clamp down on my cock, I pushed it in as far as I could and then let go. I could feel my prostate contracting as I shot stream after stream of cum deep into her spasming cunt. As I climaxed, I growled from deep in my throat and pulled her hips tight against me. I kneeled behind her holding her hips with my softening cock still deep in her pussy. As I started to pull back she murmured, "No not yet. Feels so good to have your cock in me." I tipped us slowly to the side, being careful not to withdraw. Now we were laying on our sides with my cock still in her. She was crying again. And I held her close in silence. Eventually my cock shrunk and slid out of her. Susan rolled over, her face wet with tears and snuggled into my arms. "Yes so good. So, so good. She said softly. "Oh this is going to be complicated," I said. "But it is so good. We'll find a way to make it work. This is too good not to have." Then we drifted off to sleep. We made love twice more that night and missed our plane in the morning. All that from just one kiss. Just One Kiss Just one kiss, she said. Jennifer said that, to me. Just one kiss, right here, and she pointed to her lips. She had, like, this pink lipstick on that shone a bit and I stood forward and she smiled that way she does you know? And she, like, went towards me and smiled and then bent forward and kissed me. Just pressed on me and I didn't do anything because, right, weird right? And she, like, pulled away and said, No. Again. Do it properly! and laughed like I was a goof and so this time I took her head in my hands and pulled her and kissed her. Properly. Like, the smoothest, wettest kiss I could give, easing my tongue in straight away and feeling her give back and her hands clench my skin beneath my top. Like, she pushed back with her tongue and mouth and I can just feel her inside me and how like hot she is and wanting this and that kiss man, that kiss. Fuck. That kiss just keeps going and she's more into it now and my hands are now on her back, up, beneath her bra like, and tracing down a bit and, fuck she's a good kisser. So like she's going at it still and now her breath is all heavy so she, like, pulls away but starts pulling my top up. I'm pushed against a wall and she's knocked my piercing a bit but fuck, I don't care right now, right? She kisses again, top curled up a bit, and I bite her lip a bit, pulling it to me and she growls at that, like proper animal growls and then the top's off and she kisses me again and her hands are cold on my flesh and I feel that first real flush down below, right? Like, I'm really turned on now and I like it and as she pulls away to play with my bra, trying to unhook it, I kiss and bite her shoulder, tongue her ear and make her groan again and I press close and can just... *tell* that she is wet, too. She says, I want you, and that's it, like she's acting, but she's not. There's this, like, truth in her eyes and that's stupid but whatever, I can just tell she means it, and she kisses my mouth again as my bra comes off and my tits press to her, and I feel my hand gliding down and into my pants without me even really realizing I'm doing it but, fuck, she's so hot and I'm so needing this and so I start to do that slow stroke up and down myself and she's biting my ear now, and I wonder if she's done girls before but my lipstick has left marks on her skin and my cunt feels good and I don't fucking care. So I'm, like, masturbating now like she's not even there, and I can tell she likes it because she's moaning now and has her lips around my nipples, pulling them to her and sucking on them hard like they're treats, and it feels fucking good, like, she knows how to do it really well, better than anyone else has before, and I can feel my pussy even wetter now and warmer and I take my hand out to pause a bit and she just takes my fingers and sucks them, eyes closed and going for it, and it's the sexiest fucking thing I have ever seen and she can just take me now. Her lipstick is still pink and there and I wonder how it stays, when she kisses me, closed mouth, hard, and fiddles with her own top. I help her with it and she just undoes her bra without a word and then kisses me again. We're all arms now and hands, on backs, up walls, hair messy, tits touching and hard and wet, her tongue sloppy against me and leaving trails of saliva that could be gross but is actually kinda hot and feeling her breasts on mine almost makes me cum as it is. She pulls away from her kissing and is fumbling now at my jeans, urgent like and hot breath all over me so I help her and then do the same to her. Her knickers are slim, laced and white which throws me slightly for some reason, I don't know what, but I can, like, see that small patch of wetness there, feel how hot she is for this. Mine come off with my jeans, straight down, and I kick my flats off so I'm naked now. She reluctantly fiddles with her tights and shoes, angry to be slowing things down, but the cute smile she does and the cheer when she's finished is genuinely amazing, and I love this girl, and she's kissing me again now and we're naked and I can feel that tickle of shaven hair down below as her cunt presses against mine and I have never felt as hot and wet down there as I do right now. I slide her hand down to mine and we grasp fingers slightly and she smiles, cute again, my lipstick now slightly on top of hers, and then I push my hand free and forward and start playing with her cunt, and her eyes close and she moans and I push hard on her clit hood and slowly, carefully, ease one finger in (not easy at this angle) and she cries, like literally cries out, with utter want and so I start fucking her like that, and she rides into me, riding my finger until I use two and she starts moaning more regularly and telling me, Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. And so I do. And then she starts on me and, christ, she knows what she's doing. She triggers that clit straight away, before I even realized she was there, and she's rubbing circles with her thumb now, pausing to suck it in her own mouth before returning, wanking me hard and using a free finger to fuck me deep in my cunt, arched up to hit that G of mine, and pushing hard until I can't fuck her anymore, I'm just lost in her rhythm and her pulse and her hand and mygodmygodmygod if I haven't cum so fucking much. Do you need me now? she asks, teasingly, and I just kiss her in return and then push her back, arching her up against a table close by. I make sure she's okay and comfortable, then slowly lick up those legs of hers, tracing my fat and wet tongue over her thigh, until I reach her pussy and slowly, gently, teasingly, lick straight up it, feeling her labia part as I do so, tasting her drip off and onto me as I start to suck now and she moans some more. She tastes good, like really good, so I greedily take her more, deep into me now, her pussy lips and clit hood and then, with my tongue, sucking hard on her clit and pulling it towards me, then doing the same with her labia, feeling her grow wetter and wetter still. Fucking her almost with my tongue now as she is moaning more and more, her fingers grasped onto the table for support, and with a glee, a triumph, I work her clit with spit and tongue until her whole body shudders to me, and I drink the first, wet beads of her cum, taking it all and devouring it. And there is more of course. Much more. But a girl doesn't have to kiss and tell, does she? But just one kiss led to this. Just one. So if she goes to pucker up? Don't say no. Trust me. Always say yes.